tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89389058184197987872017-11-29T04:38:50.841-05:00Window Blogging...whats a boy supposed to do?CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-62198490813923620922016-03-21T16:04:00.001-04:002016-03-21T16:04:15.497-04:00New Mexico's No Breeze<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 data-reactid=".0.1.0.1.0.$1210936974116517360.2.1.0.0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: proxima-nova, 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span data-reactid=".0.1.0.1.0.$1210936974116517360.2.1.0.0.1" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception – especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.</span></h1><div><span data-reactid=".0.1.0.1.0.$1210936974116517360.2.1.0.0.1" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div><span data-reactid=".0.1.0.1.0.$1210936974116517360.2.1.0.0.1" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">- Who else but the random and interesting personality of Hunter S Thompson</span></div></div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-46829455424007711342015-12-24T05:53:00.000-05:002015-12-31T02:09:33.347-05:00Last Christmas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />I know they all are, but boy, this was one helluva fast year.<br />It whizzed by, I swear. With the speed of the worlds largest roller coaster, but also with it's ups and downs, curves and thrills, illusions and what not. The worlds largest.<br /><br />Boiling everything down into one concept is frowned upon in this house, but we partake of that every now and then. For if I were to squint my eyes and look at this years timeline, the biggest single "boiled down" event would definitely be the move.<br /><br />We moved countries, nay, continents. Lively New York is now tattooed on the skin of my life, like the past always is. The present, believe it or not, belongs to a sunny island country.<br /><br />That's right. I live in an island country now. From an island city to an island country. Common first words, drastically different second ones.<br /><br />I miss New York, of course I do. But also so excited about this change. The girl and I moved knowing what we wanted, aiming at it, trying to get it and eventually getting. It's been harder settling down than we thought, but that's cause we jumped in head first - we don't know any other way to live unfortunately.<br /><br />Bought a house, bought two cars, bought more office shirts, some furniture. When all I wanted to do was buy a surfboard. So yes, harder settling down than we thought. This grown up stuff isn't for the faint of heart eh?<br /><br />Well, 2016 seems to be whizzing in and I'm sensing a thrilling sense of the wonderfully unexpected coming with it. It's going to be a shiny new roller coaster this one, and if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the weather forecast will be a happy, jumpy "sunny all year round".<br /><br />Wish you the best year ever.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-7065355583253385152015-02-22T01:11:00.001-05:002015-02-22T11:31:37.841-05:00Dessert Island Questionnaire <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This year. 2015 they call it. It's a number as random as a name. Could have called it 999 or called you pooh (unless you're already called pooh and then this analogy fails).<br /><br />But regardless, this year... it's different. Or rather it's going to be different I mean. Nothings happened so far, but I give it 3 months. After that, I know it, I can feel it in my spine, in that electric galactic force that pulsates through us ...it'll get real. Nice real. Lovely real. Beautiful real...you get the picture.<br /><br />I'm not psychic in any way... quite the opposite if anything. For example, I'll be all excited for a trip, ready to board a flight and it'd get cancelled. Last minute. And till that freaking last minute, I would have a stupid smile on my face, not expecting a thing. I trust the universe I suppose. Also I'm just basically a numbut.<br />But for some reason, I'm getting a massive psychic (numbnut) feeling. And I checked, not drunk. Its been building up. So I don't really know what it is, but I thought I'd mention it.<br /><br />May the force be strong with you.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-33900064359200665982014-08-30T15:25:00.000-04:002015-12-31T02:06:28.997-05:00Child In Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Man, time flies. But It didn't always do that. When I was in college or maybe school even, it seemed to drag. Crawled, and at times slowed to miserable panicky nothingness.<br />Not always of course. But most times or at least times that mattered and stuck like memory tags in my memory reel.<br /><br />And then it somewhat started to gather steam. Walked, then power walked, jogged and now it's on a real tear. I can't stand runners but this is personal.<br /><br />And now I'm standing here in my mid 30's and I don't know how I got here so bloody fast. The girl thinks this smells funnily of a mid life crisis. This thinking that is. But I say it's only normal.<br /><br />But if this gets me a ferrari then why not.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-73174023685714779272014-07-07T20:19:00.000-04:002014-07-11T17:35:19.208-04:00High Hopes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Did you hear? Crazydiamond's back (CD does a stoopid version of "guess who's back? shady's back")<br />No not me, fools. The real Crazydiamond, or rather his friends.<br /><br />As you've most likely heard - Pink Floyd is going to release a new album this october. The first since 19 freaking 94. Since the ringing of the Division Bell had begun.<br />And in answer to the girls' first question on this - yes, I am obviously going mental.<br /><br />I'm going through all 5 stages, or is it 4. I'm already thinking they won't be able, to be as good as they were. A revival never is. Plus they're old and probably don't like psychedelic lights anymore. But at least they're trying, no they're giving it all. In fact everything points to them being epic, cause theirs was always old wise music. And they've only wisened. They're going to soak in all these 20 years in the middle, roll it all into a long big joint and puff it out into the best emotional mesmerising roller coaster of an album we've ever heard.<br /><br />Epic.<br /><br />In the meantime, I'm going to take the cue. If they're back, I'm going to be back. In this guise, here on the infamous internet blogosphere. For the audience which is a whole number 1. Me. Cause this could be my album my rolled up puff, my cocoon reimagined.<br /><br />But how to type while you're biting nails in anticipation.<br />Oh god I sound like a teenage girl. How to slap this teenage girl out of me.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-22513517774206979332014-02-15T18:31:00.000-05:002014-02-15T18:32:21.877-05:00A song used to live here<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Sufficient time has passed Watson. Sufficient enough.<br />To peep out. To start with the ramblings but without the old baggage. With new taunts and with newer brethren still. Or hopefully without even a mouse noticing (We don't care much for the world). Starsky might go so far as to call it a new beginning. That chap was always of the disillusioned variety. A romantic though, but like all romantics...<br /><br />Yes, a song used to live here. And we've come around to renew it (resing it?). To dust the premises, clean the windows and awaken the old. Take up residence (Retake up?). And gladly fail at doing it all over again. For what's a farce without the well intentioned aim towards failure.<br /><br />Ah...<br /><br /></div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-79613273697143823772013-09-19T23:59:00.000-04:002013-12-08T20:16:10.154-05:00Me And Bobby Mcgee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"oh"<br /><br />oh?<br /><br />"oh, you're such a happy go lucky girl you. I love how the stars glitter around you. I love how all the words you whisper have a bounce, all the thoughts you preach have a sting and all the strings you weave have a happy ending.&nbsp;How the blues sit far away, afraid to come near. You're something else you know... and all this, even before you smile. For your smile is pure magic. The kind that doesn't sneak up and just touch your heart, but grabs at it. It clobbers you senseless and then makes you want to thank it for doing that. And no one knows this, but its my cocoon.<br /><br />Wow. But then why the oh?<br /><br />"Cause when you're sad the world stops"</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-89635334022133791902012-10-24T23:14:00.002-04:002012-10-24T23:24:36.497-04:00For The Price Of A Cup Of Tea<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">...I feel like blogging again.<br /><br />(Why am I not surprised spellcheck didn't catch that, with it's trademark red curly lines, as not a verb - the world changed yet again Jeeves).</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-2870620876994792472012-03-06T22:34:00.001-05:002012-03-07T19:33:25.119-05:00Don't Worry, Be Happy.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">How do you make god laugh?<br />....<br />You make a plan.<br /><br />Philosophy+comedy. Those are strange bedfellows.<br /><br />I often philosophise you know. In my head, out loud, to strangers, to god, sometimes even on a blog. And it's grown more as I've grown older - comes with the territory I suppose. Comes with the angst. And angst you see only develops if you've lived a lot, loved a lot, destroyed a lot, missed a lot. Among other things.<br /><br />Yes, it's got twangs of being very depressive. So why do it?<br /><br />There's a trick in it really. Career, life, money, babies, old age, friends. How to live, how not to, how to forgive, how to stop asking how to's - you've got to find the silver lining. The comedy. That strange bedfellow to your angst. To your philosophy.<br /><br />Otherwise it's just words.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-11112663434669619462012-01-20T23:34:00.000-05:002012-01-21T13:12:32.676-05:00Video Games<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm feeling crispy. You know... the opposite of mellow I suppose.<br />I'd started feeling mellow at first. It was just easier. Then I read and I thought and I had happy thoughts and I had happy feelings. Not intentionally of course. That would have been like excercising. They just floated in. The happy ones. On their own. And they've stayed.<br /><br />I sound&nbsp;retarded. Crispy people perhaps do. I'm in love, which also has a lot to contribute to all this. I've been in love with her for a while. But for some strange reason it's just grown and grown. Like the happy thoughts and feelings, it just floated in and stayed, but unlike them it's grown ginormously whilst inside me. Like a mind of it's own.<br /><br />It sounds uncontrollable. Love often does. I quite like it all, which perhaps aids the process. I offer no barrier to obstruct the flow. No immovable object to meet unstoppable force. It's a peaceful ginormousness. That just sounds weird.<br /><br />And I'm going to go and hug her now.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-81718513033281723772011-12-15T16:13:00.000-05:002011-12-17T12:56:04.325-05:00Advice For Young Mothers To Be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Man, I don't know about you, but I could easily do with a vacation. The need has never been greater. I need to get the hell out, soak in some mojo, get rejuvenated, smile a little, laugh a lot. Take a trip.&nbsp;Maybe two, maybe three million.<br /><br />Coincidentally, we are hopping on a few metal birds and whooshing to new lands for a few days, soon. But soon is 5 days away. 5 days is like 5 million from where I'm sitting. 5 million is a few million too many.<br /><br />I've started using big numbers now to elaborate. I blame the multiple financial crises for instilling the usage of these big numbers in my daily vocabulary. 20 billion, 1.4 trillion and such. If I would have said 500 days instead of 5 million days, it wouldn't have cut it. I'm a man of the times and the times demand big huge humongous numbers.<br /><br />Now instead of saying I'll have it done in a day or two, I say I'll have it done in a day or 20,000. My boss never quite gets that line. He's obviously not of the times.<br /><br />Going to Singapore and then Sri Lanka. Both island countries. Shit I just realised that. Not that it matters but I'm chuckling at making that connection. So spontaneously brilliant. It must be cause I'm royalty.<br /><br />Going to meet my craziest bestest friends in Singapore and then The Girl's family in Sri Lanka, where we've planned to take up a resort in a remote part of town. Kick our feet up, get drunk, eat a lot of seafood ( I love seafood), forget about some things, make new things. That sort of thing.<br /><br />It might turn out to be very drink heavy. Which is why we decided to not drink 2 weeks before we left. A little sanity to prepare for the insanity. Which ofcourse hasn't worked out. So now, we're instead reaching out to a little insanity to prepare for the insanity.<br /><br />There, just popped a different perspective pill.</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-33612658400876215472011-11-06T00:42:00.000-04:002011-11-06T00:48:09.600-04:00Little Lion Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"These are mad times, mad"<br />And yes, I'm going to say it again - cause even though I've used that excuse before, I lied. This time though it's real... till I lie again that is.<br /><br />So yes, life came and took over.<br />Ah joyous life. That wandering minstrel, that untamable of spirits, that most meddling of beings. It grabbed and I complied. After all, a blog should ideally be the least of one's priorities. A means to get away perhaps, but always a loyal subject, giving way when life needs no getting away from.<br /><br />But then again, a lot happened and a lot didn't happen. Much like you I suppose. We're all the same after all, each and every one of us. (I'll philosophise soon, cause I'm getting that urge, but not now. Now it's more of a self satisfying need).<br /><br />So on that front, the travelling diaries had a few pages filled. A couple of notches and if you're of the wizarding variety, more streams to add in your pensieve.<br /><br />For sometime in the middle of this summer, we hopped across the border to a small town called Mexico City. Which we later found was one of the 3 biggest cities in the world - so not so small after all.&nbsp;And we absolutely, whole heartedly, unambiguously loved it. All 4 days over there. It's got a little of the rustic charm we've been chasing, a little of the good life we've been avoiding. It's delicious.<br /><br />You know, having been to Colombia and now Mexico, it's easy to make an observation. Latin America, and yes I club Mexico in that, knows how to party. Everyone, or at least the ones we bumped upto, has a smile on their faces and come sun-down a jump in their step, a drink in their hands.&nbsp;As opposed to the work/stress obsessed, calorie counting, very measured city that is New York. Easy enough observation? Yes, perhaps. But I agree, there's always a layer cake.<br /><br />Then just before winter took over, we went to Rhode Island. A state on the eastern coast here, where it's pretty, but very American. If you know what I mean. It was a good change of pace, nothing else. But more importantly, my parents came on a jet plane to visit us here and they made the Rhode Island trip a colourful one. We laughed and we fought. We played, we merrily swayed and we shared. I found new facets to them and rediscovered old ones. All so interesting, all so enriching. And they finally met the girl. In the sense of actually getting to know and spend time with her.<br /><br />I miss it all now. That jet plane, it giveth and it taketh. But it was all so good. So very good.<br /><br />And as my man Seneca said : "As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters."<br /><br />So how's the good life been treating you fine folks?</div>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-1687705996556221952011-07-13T16:44:00.006-04:002011-07-19T15:27:53.309-04:00The Times They Are - A ChangingI hate spiders, which is why I'm going to try and break some cobwebs. <br /><br />So, I was thinking recently. Thinking's a weird activity man. It's all jumbled up in there you know. Millions of paths everywhere, stray thoughts fighting for space and I stay fickle. Which is probably why I don't blog much. <br /><br />So like I said, I was thinking. Being philosophical and all that. I'm pisces but I understand that scorpios are supposed to be the most philosophical of all the signs. Think Morrison said that. I wasn't taking any of that. Called bullshit on it today and tried to lay claim to that domain. Using one fish to distract the scorpion while the other chomps the shit out of him. Philosophically speaking.<br /><br />Think pisces are the most fickle of the lot though.<br /><br />Anyway, thinking/wondering, how time you know, goes by so fast. I'm 31 now. Maybe you're 20, or 40 or some strange age, but regardless, or maybe not regardless, maybe it's relative, but even then - the last 5 years from whereever it is that you're standing, seems to have been a whirlwind. No?<br /><br />And then again, 2 years into the future, making decisions on what will be, where will we be, how it'll pan out, seems like a lifetime to live.<br /><br />Uncertainty looks longer ofcourse, even with something as definite and quantifiable as time.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-45970901398829068452011-06-03T23:29:00.002-04:002011-07-13T16:54:21.008-04:00Sweet JaneI was carrying a bag, ripped at the seams<br />I was punching visions, that seemed all too mean<br />If I could have feigned, I'd have chosen brevity<br />But I had words to say...<br />after all, didn't it stink too much of reality?<br /><br />I went on to battle ennui<br />I tore it down, but it left a scar on me<br />Now I keep laughter gas at the ready<br />I wear it like a super hero who has no alternate identity. <br /><br />I came across the end of everything<br />but it's got nothing on me<br />It's a poem captive in another poem<br />a dream ripping through the seams<br />that grips and claws at me.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-55258713263604581362011-03-31T22:16:00.002-04:002011-07-13T16:53:07.451-04:00Satisfactionoh man.<br />It's been real, this month.<br />Not the kind of "real" I'd ideally want. Which would be the kind sprinkled with spontaneous adventure, crazy parties, sinful deeds... something like that. This one though, was more of the practical variety. Which means it came with boring edges. <br /><br />Early in the month we got attacked by the american dream. Which in my world translates to, must own house/condo, else haven't really settled. So we tried it. Went condo hunting the land, to try and plunge some serious dough in some not so serious livings. Turns out not so crazy about the dream after all. Also don't trust the US economy enough to make that commitment just yet. <br /><br />Going to rent and instead plunge some serious dough into the travel dream. <br /><br />For breathing room there was the birthday. I thought I should start to mellow down a little, live the easy life. The boring edges I mentioned. So instead of meeting everyone for dinner, which on past experience always turned to drinks and watching the sun rise, decided to meet for brunch. The Girl chose the brunch place. Turns out brunch came with unlimited drinks. Should have guessed. Which meant to nurse the brunch hangover we went to evening drinks, which turned to dinner, more drinks and watching the sun rise.<br /><br />I'm sticking with starting the revelries at dinner time going forward. Going to start mellowing when the lunatics I hang out with mellow first. It's just easier that way.<br /><br />And yesterday, I came as close to crying as a grown man can (the movies don't count and don't let The Girl tell you otherwise). I lived India beating Pakistan, in the world cup semi finals. Even tried educating the masses here in the US about the game, the craziness. I think they get it, but they have so much to learn still. I missed being back home for this. <br /><br />So wish us luck for the finals won't you. Unless you're Sri Lankan. Then I wish you luck. It's the right thing to do. <br /><br />I'll be up in the wee hours of the morning to see the game. It'll be unreal.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-37032197143385753102011-02-04T22:58:00.001-05:002011-02-14T08:15:35.248-05:00The Bagman's GambitA few of us are getting together this saturday.<br /><br />Well, to be perfectly plain with you, it's more sinister than that. <br /><br />A few of us are planning to get together this saturday to imbibe. Tons of Alcohol hopefully. But we're venturing a little boldly this time. We're doing, no attempting, a scotch tasting. <br />Each one's been asigned a region in scotland - the highlands, lowlands, speyside, islay, what have you - and to bring a bottle of the amber from said region. <br /><br />I don't know why really. A desire to do the usual with a little culture added in. Two birds, one stone, that kinda thing. Whisky and I don't mix, but then again, this is scotch. I'll probably prove the misty eyed wrong and say both have the same effect on me, both are the same, but no pain no gain eh.<br /><br />Also, the weather's been awesome in New York. The white skinned have been complaining about it though. But I've come to realise it's comes naturally to them. Complaining that is. The weather reminds me of them hill stations in India. The misty skies, the cloudy overhanging rain bearing skies - I want to wrap me in, have chai and pakodas and watch through windows and raindrops breaking ground. <br /><br />The ice I can do without. The snow I could do more of. Snowmen you see. I've wanted a suicidal snowman of my own ever since I picked up a calvin and hobbes book.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-33308221002874926682011-01-22T02:51:00.003-05:002011-02-14T09:09:52.065-05:00Bloodbuzz OhioDamn, I'm in love with this song. <br />I keep singing "I still owe money, to the money, to the money I owe...", more than I should. I'm probably going to subject it to overkill and in the process hate it. And I don't want to hate it. Sigh.<br /><br />And I just sang that line 2 more times while writing all that.<br /><br />Ah well.<br /><br />But...but if you want a change, watch a french movie. Cause I'm assuming your regular fare is hollywood/bollywood. And I'm throwing it out there that you want a change (who doesn't?). So go on, try one...and you'll know why. It's the camera angles, the portrayal of life, the lines, the dialogues. They just express things so differently. I'm convinced it's a cultural thing. There's more drama outside of france. In the dialogues, not in the lives they live. Lives are dramatic everywhere.<br /><br />I like them french movies. For the moment that is.<br /><br />And if you ask me for suggestions, I'll just frown your way. Cringe perhaps. Reviews/suggestions are for losers. For settlers.<br /><br />Don't be a settler. Catch the trade winds. Sail.<br /><br />Fuck me. I sound so preachy, and so optimistic at that, today...it's probably just a phase. Allow me this sin.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-14410606126972601992010-12-29T18:52:00.003-05:002010-12-29T19:04:16.572-05:00We No Speak AmericanoColombia. That's what the parrot pulled from it's gypsy flavoured pack of cards. That's where the vacation angst ridden took a metal bird to. <br /><br />Yes, after much racking, and bitching, and whining - for that's how great things come about - we impromptu-ously ran to Colombia. Uncanned. With a lonely planet and a few choicy spanish words. And the backpacking skills of the girl (I'd fall on one knee and propose to her just for that if I hadn't already married her).<br /><br />We Cartagena-ed, we Cali-ed. Salsa-ed or tried to at least, drank like mad and said hi to a snow covered volcano. Which then proceeded to emit sulphuric fumes, and so our guide made us run. Colombian volcanoes, unlike colombian people are not friendly. The guide said.<br /><br />In cartagena, the girl went Gabriel Garcia Marquez crazy, re-living every book of his by the streets. Even touched the walls of his house. I tried to speak spanish with hand signals.<br /><br />Drank so much coffee, but more importantly slept amid coffee greens. In an old plantation house, next to a trail on which had traveled Simon Bolivar. And then drank so much more coffee. Exported some of it over to our apartment as well. Drinking so much coffee.<br /><br />But then the snow monster fucked us proper. I'm convinced I'm jinxed with air travel. It's out to get me. But no pain no gain. I laugh and wink now, but when we were stranded in Bogota, with no one speaking english, and no planes departing to Neuva York, I was close to crying. The girl almost punched a few airline people in frustration. I probably would have cried for sure then.<br /><br />But now, laughing and winking, I'm being the saying whew. It's good to be home. Until the next holiday, eh?CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-77405382736382845852010-10-28T22:51:00.000-04:002010-10-28T22:51:30.950-04:00Tower Of SongYello.<br />How's the good life treating you then? Plodding along hopefully... willing to punch me for asking such staid questions?<br /><br />Argh, so desperate to sound cool. Sigh. Ok fine, I take full blame. But in my defense, I didn't have anything to start with, so I shot from the hip. And I'm more Indian than cowboy (*and then proceeds to remove tongue from within cheek*). <br /><br />Now I've lost my chain of thought. I was going to take the desperate cool forward, but as you saw, my consciousness stepped in. Or something like that. <br /><br />So instead I'll throw a thought that's been nagging me, your way.<br /><br />Vacations. I've had it with canned vacations. Like driving out to see fall colours in Vermont, or some stupid trees in DC, going skiing in the Alps/Colorado, golf holidays, going to big cities like Paris, London, or even Miami. I don't really know what exactly I have had it with, what irritates me about them. It's most likely the feeling that they feel so... so safe. So normal. So boring. <br /><br />And like with most forms of angst, I don't know the solution just yet. <br /><br />Perhaps Everest Base Camp; Backpacking in colombia, where I don't know the language, maybe biking across it; River rafting for 10 days across a dangerous untamable river; A drinking trip, except one inspired by the ten deadliest drinks (found <a href="http://www.sabotagetimes.com/life/the-worlds-10-deadliest-drinks/">here</a>, a website The Girl found and one that'll absorb me for the rest of the year for sure). <br /><br />You got solutions?CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-57010693471340311382010-09-28T00:08:00.002-04:002010-09-28T12:56:34.539-04:00Space OddityI don't like the BBC. <br /><br />I do however believe, that they're one of a few unbiased non-sensationalism-seeking news channels left. A belief that has been much strengthened after living in the US for a while now. <br /><br />But it still stands. I don't like them.<br /><br />Why? Well, there was this time when I used to watch them everyday. And loved it. Then one summer (it's always a summer that gets destroyed), I picked up a book to read, and I heard the BBC's male commentator's voice reading the words out back to me - this is the one who starts speaking once the pictures start. No matter what I tried that damn BBC commentator would chirpily pipe up in my head when I'd read a sentence. With his same sing song manner, the same pauses and the same accent. If I read aloud, he'd disappear, but that didn't appeal as a long term solution.<br /><br />It was fun in the beginning and then got irritating very fast.<br /><br />And it happened with every damn thing I read. The newspaper, the websites, even menu's in restaurants. Brunch tasted different that summer.<br /><br />So I stopped watching the BBC. And stopped liking them. And eventually I drowned the bugger out.<br /><br />But today, accidentally, while flipping channels, I saw BBC as an option, raised my eyebrows, and ventured forward as means of an adventure.<br /><br />Now I'm dreading picking that book up. What if the bastard's back?CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-783477683349005092010-09-15T21:34:00.001-04:002010-09-15T22:45:47.403-04:00Show Me How To LiveLook ma, he changed the look.<br /><br />Damn right I did. I'm a sucker for marketing - I'll buy the iphone, I'll walk down organic food aisles, sell my soul to social networking sites, and perhaps jump on a few other bandwagons along the way. So what's a little blog redecorating, huh.<br />Or is it peer pressure? Or something deeper. Do I need a shrink for this? Do I?<br /><br />Regardless, it is what it is. <br />And that's how the world goes. <br /><br />And so I'm back. I missed this. I'll probably disappear again. But till then....CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-39333792591901110592010-08-10T22:34:00.002-04:002010-08-11T07:17:01.824-04:00Wasted HoursIt's probably too late. You've most likely already moved on to the next big thing and this, coming so late as it is, might leave a stale taste. But it's uncontrollable now. I have to let it out. <br />So I'll say this, cause I will say it, but I'll do you one. I'll say it real fast and without the danger that is emotion.<br /><br />Finally!<br />After I'd supported the buggers for 3 world cups.12 years. They finally delivered. <br />Ah espania, much against your "la roja furia" name, I say you're like safe drivers. Better late than never. I don't care either way. I would have rejoiced equally if you'd sped, swerved, scratched and still won. But thanks.<br /><br />There.<br />So much better I feel now. <br /><br />And what else?<br />...and then there's been life. It's been trying to catch up with me for a while now...which it did and so I had to take care of that.<br /><br />I'm going to sip some wine, listen to music and try and lose it once again. Life that is.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-58031998682914069222010-06-19T02:44:00.005-04:002011-06-03T23:32:55.932-04:00El PorompomperoSomethings are too emotional to be said all by yourself. So I'm going to use other people's words to reflect on the next 21 beautiful days, that will be spent watching a beautiful patch of green grass.<br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">Football, a game in which everyone gets hurt and every nation has its own style of play which seems unfair to foreigners.</span>”<br /><strong>George Orwell</strong><br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women. Suddenly, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain it would bring.</span>”<br /><strong>Nick Hornby</strong><br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.</span>”<br /><strong>JB Priestley</strong><br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">Amongst all unimportant subjects, football is by far the most important.</span>”<br /><strong>Pope John Paul II</strong><br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.</span>”<br /><strong>Jean-Paul Sartre</strong><br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">Some people think football is a matter of life and death. It is much more important than that.</span>”<br /><strong>Bill Shankly</strong><br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">Rugby is a game for barbarians played by gentlemen. Football is a game for gentlemen played by barbarians.</span>”<br /><strong>Oscar Wilde</strong>CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-64884785643760103182010-05-27T16:16:00.004-04:002010-05-28T10:00:26.195-04:00Cape Cod Kwassa KwassaIt's going to get very real, very soon. And also wet. It might even smell of fish.<br /><br />You see, I just resigned to go to another bee hive. But that's not important. What's important is that I get 10 days. 10 glorious, shiny, full of possibility days between these things they call "jobs". And it somehow coincides with the beginning of summer, the defeat of winter. Isn't coincidence a wonderful thing?<br /><br />What's also important is that we've decided to unleash our inner kerouacs and go on a road trip. To catch a beach town while driving on a sea-side road. Step onto cobbled streets, eat with the local fishermen, swim in their seas, watch their sunsets, drink with their blessings. That kind of thing.<br /><br />Someplace much removed from Morrissey's "Everyday is Like Sunday" seaside town. Someplace much out of an artists biased potrait of everyday small town living.<br /><br />It's not completely "on the road" I will admit, marred as it is with a little planning thrown in. It's the price you pay for living in a foreign land. <br /><br />And yes it's a boring thing. The being planned.<br /><br />But worry not, we will throw caution to the wind. Without abandon we will.<br /><br />So if you see a small rented car, going east from new york, with two, smiling like the dickens people, yell us on and if you want postcards, drop your address in the backseat.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938905818419798787.post-36452172253769275872010-05-21T11:43:00.003-04:002010-05-21T21:00:11.166-04:00No SurprisesI'm coming today to vent. <br /><br />I love my mum and dad. Unconditionally and insanely. <br />I hate my grandmother (dad's side). Conditionally and sanely. <br />But that might change. Unconditionally and insanely being common.<br /><br />She's a right bitch that one. Always been mean to my mother, always been mean to other daughter in laws. You get the gist. You've seen that TV serial. <br /><br />And I know the drill. Life's not fair, blah blah blah. And another blah. She's elder and senile and all those excuses. I've heard them all before. <br /><br />I still don't see the light.<br /><br />I'm sure she won't pop it soon (or soon enough) or won't suddenly make an about turn and start being a loving one rather than an insecure grouch. Yes, I've been through all those thoughts and permutations in between before. If you label me a rank amateur in your head, you've got the wrong joe.<br /><br />So what can I do. Other than a shoulder shrug and a sigh.<br /><br />Mum's suffered a lot. Still does. And I feel so helpless so far away. So far away. So fucking far away.<br /><br />That's all.CrazyDiamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109363889896641171noreply@blogger.com8